december 15-21 i suffered from what i can only assume was the flu. i then felt well enough to take the GRE (on the 22nd) and do well. but then i made one of the worst misjudgments of my life by going out the evening of december 23. i won't divulge any details except to say that i haven't thought of the concept of sin so frequently in a few years as i have these last few days. *I* didn't even do anything all that risque. but i saw things i really truly wish i had not seen.

december 24. christmas eve, the traditional celebration for my parents and me. do i feel rotten because i am hungover? yes. but, as it turns out...

december 25, my dad's side of the family is over, and i am doing my best to be helpful and chatty and everything nice when it hits me. i know what's going on because it's happened before. this isn't rebound flu, it's strep throat.

so the next day my mom took me to the doctor, and he made a noise like "yucccchh" when he saw my throat, and they gave me a huge shot of penicillin in my "caboose," as the nurse put it. except it wasn't really my butt, more like where my lower back meets my hip. i don't see any reason to be all cutesy about that.

now it's nothing but ibuprofen, codeine, fluids--can hardly think about food unless it's a popsicle--and sleep for who knows how long.

and then, i guess, K is coming to visit. i don't want to say anything definitive because deep down i'm afraid he'll just let me down again.